Hide!

I got a tough hide
I ain't playing wit nobody I ain't got time
I ain't playing wit you
If you got a problem that is not an issue
We can cut ties
We can cut ties
Came up quick gottem clueless
Clueless
It ain't nothin really to it but to do it
Just do it
I feel like it's certain things you can't hide from you know
I call it fate
I ain't gotta hide I'm on the way
Foot up on the gas every day
I ain't waiting on nobody, don't be late
Don't be late
I just get the bag when I'm feeling sad
Then I double that
Then I run it back
Double triple stack
All I do is add, I don't know subtract
Never heard of that,
Homie who is that,
Homie who is that, nope
Been a minute tho since I been at home
I been in the zone
Money on the flo
Money on the flo
Money on the phone
But the money come and go
What you really got when it's gone
Hope you got a tough hide
Or you finna have a tough time
Hope you got a tough hide
Or you finna have a tough time
Hide

What are you hiding from?

I don't hide from nothin
I wanna feel everything
I know the pain bringing better things
Feeding competition to my dawgs call it pedigree
I snatched a nigga chain just to settem free
Got a hundred on my mind like I'm Bellamy
Scratch that
I just need my momma not to worry bout the price tag
People hidin' from they growth and that's quite sad
I just chase it like I had it then I lost it now I need it back
Better fire up the grill cuz when we attack
That's a wrap
That's a fact
And you know it's worth some money if my names attached
I make the game collapse
How you say you wanna win if you hidin' from the work dawg
That don't work dawg
In my city if you slippin' they gon put you on a shirt bruh
On a shirt
You the one deciding what you're worth
I done seen too many niggas lose they life over percs
I swear that my perspective is a gift and a curse
I don't hide I prefer to be the realest nigga breathin' on this Earth
And that's just how I feel



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Writer(s): Torrey Gray
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